TSK · 1 Chronicles 6:39

And they gaue out of the tribe of the children of Iuda, and out of the tribe of the children of Simeon, these cities by name.

And that same tyme Dauid did appoynt chiefely to thanke the Lorde by Asaph and his brethren.

These are the deuisions of the porters. Among the Corethites, Meselemiahu, the sonne of Kore of the children of Asaph.

And there was Iahaziel the sonne of Zacharia, the sonne of Banaia, the sonne of Iehiel, the sonne of Matthania, a Leuite, of the sonnes of Asaph, & vpon hym came the spirite of the Lorde euen in the middes of the congregation:

And Hezekia the king and the lordes, spake to the Leuites to prayse the Lord with the wordes of Dauid & of Asaph the sear: And they sang prayses with gladnesse, and the other bowed them selues, and worshipped.

The singers: the children of Asaph, an hundred twentie and eyght.

The singers: The children of Asaph, an hundred fourtie and eyght.

The ouersear of the Leuites at Hierusalem was Azzi, the sonne of Bani, the sonne of Hasabia, the sonne of Matthania, the sonne of Micha: Of the children of Asaph, singers were ouer the busines in the house of God:

For in the time of Dauid and Asaph, of olde were the chiefe singers founded & the songes of prayse and thankesgeuing vnto God.

A psalme of Asaph. Truely the Lorde is very good vnto Israel: vnto such as haue a cleane heart.

To the chiefe musition, destroy not; the psalme of Asaph, a song. We do confesse it vnto thee O lord, we do confesse it: for thy wonderous workes do declare thy name to be at hande.

To the chiefe musition vpon Ieduthun, a psalme of Asaph. My voyce was vnto the Lorde, and I cryed: my voyce was vnto the Lord, and he hearkened vnto me.

A psalme of Asaph. O Lord, the heathen are come into thyne inheritaunce: they haue defiled thy holy temple, they haue made Hierusale an heape of stones

To the chiefe musition vpon Gittith, of Asaph. Sing we meryly vnto the Lorde our strength: make a chearefull noyse vnto the Lorde of Iacob.

A song, the psalme of Asaph. Holde not thy tongue O Lorde: kepe not styll scilence, refraine not thy selfe O Lorde.